User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-3135907-20150410175241/@comment-3135907-20160320221213

Scurvin nodded. "Odds fer me, too."

Swodd eyed them both. "I'm goin' to be the "odd one out" 'ere, heh, an' go evens. 'Ere's 'opin' I can break even, eh!"

The dice clacked and rattled as they struck wood. The first die was a one, the other a three.

"Yarr!" Swodd socked the air with a paw, then began raking in the winnings. "Thank yew, buckoes, thank yew..."